Saturday, December 7, 2013

Brothers in Arms

These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to me
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've witnessed all your suffering
As the battle raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

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Rainy Day ... Dreams Away

There is something that sometimes changes your life and there is also someone that have changed your life. Jimi has made this to me. Fortyone years ago he started to live inside me. From that time nothing have been the same. Different eyes were looking at this world. A different soul started to appreciate all the things. And a different music have begun to play as a continuous soundtrack of my life. In've never seen or met him but he is within me ... and the meaning of life have been stopped in the sixty-seventy years. Peace and Love, Sisters and brothers. The hippy and flower power movements have never been stopped. Live them together forever ... Rainy Day, Dreams Away.